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A/N: Hi guys!!! BigBadWolf here. Well, the first 5 chapters of Expiration Date were not written by me. They were written by the author Munro, who had done an amazing job on this fanfic. Unfortunately, Munro has decided to give Expiration Date to somebody else, which has ended up as me. I am going to put up Munro's chapter, requested by Munro, and from Chapter 7 and onwards, is my stuff.

This chapter was written by Munro. Enjoy

Chapter three

Isabella P.O.V.

I woke up to the sound of the wind howling through my window. I had fallen asleep on my bed, fully dressed in yesterday's clothes. Still slightly disorientated, I heaved myself up off the comfort of my bed to close the window. I looked out of the window to see just what I had expected, rain, rain and more rain. Wonderful

I closed my eyes and rubbed the sleep away. I ran a hand through my hair and yawned. I was not an early riser. I quietly shuffled to the bathroom and stripped down to have a shower. I silently adjusted the faucets and stepped in. The water felt heavenly on my wound up muscles and I didn't realise that I had dazed out until the cold water shocked me back to reality. I turned off the taps and jumped out, quickly wrapping a towel around myself, in a vain attempt to keep the warmth from escaping. I wiped the mist off the fogged up mirror and glared at the reflection in the mirror.

A tall, ivory skinned girl starred back at me, her brown hair waved gently down her face to her mid back where it curled at the ends. Her heart shaped face was blotch free and seemed to have a pretence of a faded glow just beneath the surface. She had a small petite nose and plump, cheery-red lips that always seemed to be in a constant pout. Her chocolate, brown eyes held a depth of knowledge and sadness far too extensive for a girl of her age, but more so of a person who had seen the reality of life, to realise that time was precious and you should never cheat it into giving you more, when you have non left to bargain with.

I jerked my head away hastily, the girl looked like me, and I sighed, who was I kidding, she was me. I walked to my room and searched through my bag for anything appropriate to wear, in a place that rarely sees the sun.

I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a light blue, skin tight t-shirt, which ended just below my navel. It fitted my slim form nicely and showed off my curves without being labelled as a slut. I found my winter emerald-green coat that ended just above my knees and a pair of black leather boots which hugged my legs tightly (I hated the feeling of water sloshing around in my shoes) and gave an overall, slightly presentable look.

I left my hair down adding a clip to keep my bangs out of my face. I looked myself over in the mirror and decided against wearing makeup, I was having a good day.

I felt as if my heart weighed a ton and was slowly dragging me down into a never ending pool of depression. So I rattled my brain for something positive to do with my much unneeded spare time.

An ingenious thought popped into my head. Why don't I take a drive to Port Angeles and have some breakfast, and maybe I could even find a good bookstore? I had to leave all my precious books behind, for there were too many to take with me. I could only take my three top favourites, which were, consequently the only ones that could fit into my suitcase, without the use of force.

I sighed, as I remembered that I didn't have any means of transportation to get there. So I packed my clothes into my small oak closet halfheartedly, my plan to go to Port Angeles dashed. I finished in just under an hour and decided that my rumbling stomach needed to be fed. I chuckled at the mental picture I had just created. And headed down the stairs, slowly as to keep myself balanced, there was no need to visit the hospital before school started. I am just so wonderfully coordinated.

I searched for an edible meal and found a box of cornflakes. I checked their expiration date just to be sure and quietly laughed at my own joke. I sat down in front of the widow and gazed at the patterns the rain had streaked on the glass. It was raining pretty hard now but I could still faintly make out an odd blue blur on the front lawn. I decided to check it out, out of curiosity. The phrase "curiosity killed the cat" came to mind.

I rinsed my bowl out in the sink and opened the front door, stepping out onto the porch. There on the front lawn, stood a blue Volkswagen beetle. My jaw dropped. It was perfect and realization hit me, it was mine! I was ecstatic with happiness and ran towards the car, not tripping once.

I opened the driver's door and was about to sit down when a silver key caught my attention, a sticky note was stuck to it. It read, "Dear Bella, here is your new car. Be careful and stick to the speed limit, I don't want to give my own daughter a speeding ticket. Charlie, P.S. the tank is full."

I almost burst from excitement. I ran back inside the house and retrieved the money I had saved to buy a car with, having no need for it now. I was going to be buying a lot more books. I locked the front door, jumped into my "new" car, buckled my seatbelt and then proceeded to floor the engine. I breathed in deeply, the car smelled of cinnamon, how odd.

I was careful to look out for any speeding cameras on the side of the road, Charlie wouldn't be very impressed with me if I got a ticket, and after all, I had only just gotten the car under an hour ago.

I passed the Port Angeles border and was now speeding through the heart of the city. I had to stop at a red light and being the unique person that I was, I started to fidget. I thought I should try to keep my eyes away from the clock, so I started to think of some names which best suited my "new" car. I ended up choosing the name "Dale", he was the nicest boy I had met a while ago, (I had saved him from being stabbed by some muggers) and if I do recall correctly he wasn't too bad on the eyes either. I smiled proudly, pleased with my name choice, "Dale" suited this car, perfectly.

I turned on the radio, searching through the stations for any song that I knew off by heart. "Fake it" by Seether came on and I turned up the volume singing along loudly. The car vibrated with the heavy bass. And just as I started to sing the chorus a group of guys from the car beside me started whistling and winking at me, I blushed and sped away faster that you could have said "bye-bye".

I slowed down a bit when the sidewalk shops started looking less rundown and pulled over on the curb in front of a book store that looked promising enough.

I quickly jumped out, locking the car door and pulled my coat around me tighter as I ran through the rain and into the store. Inside was warm and after a few minutes of browsing through the books I felt the need to take my coat off. I spent the next half hour searching for something good to read until I tripped over a girl who I had not seen sitting on the floor.

I fell down with an unpleasant bump. Blushing as I took in the sight of the girl that I had tripped over.

She lay on the floor with her hands sprawled out on either side and looking slightly out of it. She had a pale complexion with an oval shaped face, her nose christened with freckles, light blue eyes and platinum blonde hair that had twisted its way around her face.

I started apologising profusely as I helped the somewhat sickly looking girl to her feet. She smiled at me and said in a soft voice, "Hello, nice to meet you, my name's Gabrielle, but you can call me Gabi." I noticed that her smile didn't reach her eyes and looked at her curiously as I introduced myself. "Hello, my name is Isabella, but please, call me Bella, I find Isabella to be too formal."

A small amount of resignation crossed her features. "Do you happen to be Isabella Swan?" she asked in a somewhat disbelieving voice.

"Um, yes, how did you know?" I asked cautiously. How did she know my name, I haven't been in Forks for more than a day and already a stranger can identify me. I didn't think she would know my name, with my heavy Italian accent and all. That's just peachy

"Oh,-she looked down at her feet shyly-I go to the same school as you will be attending, the whole of Forks has been waiting for your arrival." Well that's just great, Charlie just had to go around the town and spread the wonderful, thrilling news that his daughter would be coming to stay with him for the rest of her "educational experience".

Gabi looked like she was wishing she was anywhere else but here talking to me so I decided to make light of the conversation, and laughed, much to her astonishment. She blushed and turned away, facing the window. While she had her head turned I took a good look at her expiration date and was shocked to see that she would have less than a month to live. What illness did she have, or a better question would be, what had fate decided for her?

My eyes instantly started to water. Oh, why, for the love of all things Holy, are so many young people dying! It's just not fair, most people never really appreciated what they have and take for granted everything that comes their way. But the younger generations always seem to have a sense of gratefulness surrounding them, until of course, when they start to become brain-washed and take the actions and words that people use loosely, on an everyday basses, into their minds and unknowingly start to mimic them, the wiser generation, which supposedly is to be respected and all that jazz. It just infuriates me!

I would have to get to know her better for me to help her, and for me to break through her emotional barriers I would have to be, friends. But at the moment that didn't seem too hard, for if it were under different circumstances I would love to have her as a friend.

I brought Gabi out of her thoughts by tapping her on the shoulder. "I really would like to find out more about the school that I will be attending, so would you like to get a bite to eat with me, so we can talk?" I asked in my most innocent voice.

Her eyes widened with disbelief and she nodded silently in acceptance. "Where do you suggest?" I asked in an animated voice. She smiled slightly towards my attempt at a joke and said, "There's a nice little cafe not a block down the street, we could go there?" she said as if she were questioning herself. I gestured towards the door, "Lead the way."

Five hours later and a massive headache from drinking too much coffee, I returned home to find Charlie sitting in the living room, starring anxiously at the phone. Poor Charlie, I forgot to tell him where to find me if he came home early. That's going to be a problem. I cleared my throat to catch his attention.

He nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise, but that soon changed when he saw who was standing in the doorway. "Bella, where were you? I came home early so I could talk and I came home to an empty house! You wouldn't believe how scarred I was. I thought the worst…" I feel so guilty, not even a week in Forks and I've already caused Charlie grief.

"I am truly sorry, Charlie. A while after you left, I found the car parked outside and I really wasn't thinking and- "Don't worry Bella, just please, to save what little I have left of my sanity, leave a note or give me a call to tell me where you're going. I don't want this to happen again." He spoke in such a loving voice that I almost broke down crying at the sincerity that ran through his words. I smiled and nodded, pleased that his reaction wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

"I think I might go to bed early to night- Charlie raised his eyebrows, I blushed and looked down- "I drank a bit too much coffee at the café, and now I have a splitting headache," I explained. Charlie looked amused at my explanation but kept a straight face, "Okay, take a Disprin for that headache, it's in the medicine cabinet, above the basin." "Thanks, Charlie, for everything."

(A/N) P.S. – A little sneak preview: In the next chapter theCullenswill see Bella for the first time, but she won't see them (Aren't I evil!?)! Keep reading! I also love reviews! They keep me in a good mood and help myself esteem, so please review!